Hovering at a Low Altitude

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Hovering at a Low Altitude

The Collected Poetry of Dahlia Ravikovitch

By Dahlia Ravikovitch; Chana Bloch (Translator); Chana Kronfeld (Translator)

W. W. Norton & Company, Hardcover, 9780393065244, 271pp.

Publication Date: April 27, 2009

Description
In poems about fathers and daughters, men and women, kings and their subjects, the precarious position of women and the plight of Palestinians under the Occupation, Dahlia Ravikovitch articulates the painful asymmetries of power. The extraordinary stylistic range of her poetry reveals her mastery of the verbal art.

from Clockwork Doll

I was a clockwork doll, but then

That night I turned round and around

And fell on my face, cracked on the ground,

And they tried to piece me together again.

Then once more I was a proper doll

And all my manner was nice and polite.

But I became damaged goods that night,

A fractured twig poised for a fall.